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                <title>The Perfect Date?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 02:00:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tonight I went on, what I assume most girls would think is, "The Perfect Date".  He brought me flowers, with lots of greenery (I love greenery) and no scent (I don't like smelly flowers). He made a reservation at a semi-pricey Meditteranean restaraunt.  He rented a movie I mentioned once I wanted to see but could never get my hands on. He gave me a killer massage. He left at a reasonable hour, because I was tired and I've had a headache for four days straight. He gave me a hug and a little kiss on the forehead. <br />And then, one hour later I was at the club, trying to dance away the memory of the entire event. <br />And why would I do that? He's a nice guy, probably the nicest guy one could ever know.<br />Let me tell you why, I'll list the reasons why.<br />1) I work with him. Tomorrow.<br />2) I don't like Meditteranean food.<br />3) I don't like guys forking out a busload of cash for me to not eat.<br />4) When I go on a date, I don't want to sit on my couch watching a movie. That's not a date.<br />5) I just left a guy who also gives a killer massage.<br />6) He smoked a cigar and left the end in my ashtray. Ew.<br />7) I don't like hugging people. Never have. Don't like giving 'em, don't like getting 'em.<br />8) I don't like him enough for him to be putting his lips anywhere on my body. Even my forehead.<br />9) He's very-much obese, and I'm very-much short. If I fell in love and had a kid with him, it would get his fat gene and my short gene and I think that's cruel.<br />10) I'm shallow and don't like dating fat people. Or even looking at them. No offense.<br />11) He's too nice and I'm too bitchy-I'll chew him up and spit him out and dance on his remains.<br />12) I DO NOT LIKE HIM!<br />13) I don't want to even get involved with any guy at all right now. At all. Not until I leave this dumpy town.<br /><br />And there you have it! Thirteen reasons why "The Perfect Date" was not my idea of perfect. I suppose, in his defense, he's never been on a date before and was probably getting tips from his mom. Shit. I'm going to end up breaking his dear little virgin-heart before it can even fall for me-'cause there's no way I'm believing he's (in any way, shape or form) in love with me.<br /><br />Fuck. Tomorrow is gonna be awkward. Five awkward hours at work is the last thing I want.<br />I probably should have gotten drunk tonight-it's hard to dance away a memory.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Missing Out, Apparantly?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 00:35:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, my best friend had her little baby firl(at last-ten days overdue, they induced her twice).  That was two weeks ago and I haven't heard a word from her since.   It's lonely, being left behind like that.<br /><br />My landlord who I was "involved with" for my first month here has a new girlfriend.  Didn't even tell me. Once night we're "watching movies" the next night, they're "watching movies." That's pretty lonely too.<br /><br />And to top it all off! *drumroll* Insomnia! For four nights I've not been sleeping~ Two nights-not a wink, one night-five hours, and one night-not a wink. I did manage a three hour nap today though-so proud of myself!<br /><br />I wish I could really enjoy myself, enjoy life, but there isn't a single aspect of my life that I can say I'm glad is the way it is. And I need some inspiration-too tired to find that place inside of me where my stories are lurking. <br /><br />And it's Saturday night! I'm at home! Alone! Posting a journal entry! Thank you, parents, for raising me in the town that has one of the highest teen pregnancy rates in Canada! There's nobody to go out with! <br /><br />I think it's time for me to get out of this freakin' town.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Just Bored</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 23:59:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Had to get rid of last journal entry. Didn't want to read it again and again. .I don't really have anything to write about. <br /><br />I'm broke. Christmas is so commercial and material. It sucks. I want to become Jew and not celebrate Christmas anymore. Hannukah sounds like fun, doesn't it?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Note</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 02:40:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's cold outside, which isn't strange for mid-October. The wind is howling past everything and it sounds amazingly angry for 3:30 in the morning. But the click-clack of the keys as I type and the almost inaudible tick of the mouse as I move to this page-my destination-are drowning out the wind, and the beating of my sad heart as well. Tonight I got a note and I felt it had to be posted here-where else does one spill their soul? While it is an annoyingly short note, it has a certain punch, and a defining kick that perhaps isn't only meant to be dealt to me. Anywyas, here is what the note says.<br /><br />"This is what you're going to do. You're going to move-out of your parents house and, eventually far away. You probably won't see your family all together again. You will always struggle to make ends meet. You'll work your days away and wrie away the evenings. You'll be cold, both in your skin and in your heart.<br />You will always be along and you'll regret every day of your life that passes by, unrecognized and lost in the files of the days everyone else is living at the same time.<br />But maybe you'll do something good for someone, something small-and you'll both remember it and smile as you breath your last. And no matter what you've done and left undone in you life, you will die a happy person-with all your mistakes forgotten by you but remembered by the world."<br /><br />Even though I don't want to read or hear those words, I can't deny the possibily of truth in them. And while I wish I could say the note came from a best friend, a worst enemy or an unknown, but caring, stranger-it didn't. The note came from myself, from a place deep inside myself that awakens only occassionally when I'm overdue for an epiphany or need a swift kick in the but to stop me from giving up. I don't know if I control that part of me, or if it possibly is the part of me that believes in God, but I hate it. It's cruel, unrelenting and unwelcome. At the same time, how can I not love it? "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" and that part of me is the part that really defines me-though I couldn't give a clear definition of myself if the world and my life depended on it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>No Faith</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 23:04:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have lost my faith in the world! Not only do stupid conservatives get voted into office again and again and again-but I live in a whole house of conservative-sympathizers! At least, that's what I call them.<br />And, I haven't been able to find a good book to read in ages!  They just suddenly all seem to suck. So I'm re-re-re-re-re-reading my personal library. And, no good movies either! W. sucked. . .Tinkerbell sucked, Zombie Strippers sucked. . .Journey to the Center of the Earth sucked. . .So I'm re-re-watching my House seasons. And now that I've finally been able to find both my camera and the usb hookup for it at the same time, I think I can start piling the building blocks of faith back up.<br /> <br />A warning: 2012 and 2013 are gonna be bad years.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Wish I Could Stomp God's Big Toe</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 22:38:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *sigh* I've quit writing. boooo. Writing is my life. It's everything I know and all I've ever wanted to be is a writer. I won't tell you (imaginary readers) why I've stopped writing though. I can see the eye rolls and hear the arguements already. I've done it all! But, all you need to know is it's a FUCKING IMPORTANT REASON! <br />And now I don't know what to do with myself. I had a list of goals. Unreachable now, it seems.<br /><br />1)Publish Book A - - - -clearly a no-go now!<br />2)Be a really good wedding planner - - - -don't even want to plan anymore!<br />3)Traverse the UK (after Book A is published and I make $$$$) - -'nuff said<br />4)Publish Trilogy written with knowledge gained in UK - - -uhhhh. . .no<br />5)Move out of my parents f*cking house - - - the only goal I might reach!AHA!<br /><br />So. There's the plans for my life laid bare.<br />You'll find me on the street corner in 10 years. I'll be the one who smells funny and asks you for money. It won't be for drugs though-I swear! Aha. No, I'm sure I'll find something to do with myself.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I HAVE NO SUBJECT</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 20:36:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can't even think of a subject line for my journal? Fuck, how about, the date? Or, fuckin, "My Life"? Obviosly, I need to broaden my horizons and my imagination, start living a bit more.<br />Either way, I was tired of seeing that last journal entry everytime I came on. Boo on my birthday.<br />It's day one of quitting smoking!(Again). So far, so good except I'm in such a bad mood. Serious bitch mode. That and I finally was able to get my pics off my camera and they're smoking pics! Aiyiyi. <br />I'm bored out of my mind. And my computer is a piece-o-shit. I hate it when my parents watch their religious DVDs. Dominates the entire freakin' house. I can't hear what they're saying, but I know it's about God! Strike me down, I don't really want to think about God right now. I've done enough of that lately.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 21:15:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, it's my birthday. I'm getting old! hahaha.Well, I wanted to watch the oscars tonight too, but my TV wouldn't work so I had to look up all the winners online. That just isn't the way oscars and birthdays should go.<br /><br />I'll actually celebrate the day in a week and a half. Yay. I honestly don't even care about holidays anymore.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Week of Material Blessings!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 15:51:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, first there was DEATHNOTE! (YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY) Then the Deathnote DVDs that I found on Ebay ($$$$$ down the flusher) and then the Wedding magazines and the wedding books and the novels that I haven't read yet 'cuz I've been so busy reading and rereading DEATHNOTE! (YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY) And then the boy (who is supposed to be the father of my first child) gave me his hoodie that I stole from him probably. . .six years ago.  He came to my house two years ago and stole it back.  It's well-worn with a hole in the armpit and it's practically threadbare but there's nothing better than sleeping in just a neat guy's hoodie.  Yay! And then my next chapter of schooling came in the mail and I went to the dentist and am finally cavity free! (YAYAYAYAY) And I got an electric toothbrush! It's all so new and exciting!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>DEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATH</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 14:18:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEAT HNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOT EDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEA THNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNO TEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDE ATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHN OTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTED EATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATH NOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTE<br />
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Where do I even start?  All the Deathnote stuff on here(which I loved) made me go out and buy the entire set(I even own some in French! I don't speak French. . ).<br />
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And I love it! I love the story! I love the characters! I hate how all my favourite's die toh. .that totally sucks. . .grrr. book. I'm still angry about it.<br />
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But I loooove DEATHNOTE! ME LOVE! ME *HEART* DEATHNOTE!<br />
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DEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEAT HNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOT EDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEA THNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNO TEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDE ATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHN OTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTED EATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATH NOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTE DEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEAT HNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOT EDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEA THNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNO TEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDE ATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHN OTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTED EATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATH NOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTEDEATHNOTE<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Green Tip of the Day: Concerning Pens/Pencils/Mark</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 14:10:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Try to use refillable pens, pencils, and markers. Disposable plastic pens arent' recyclable, nore are they biodegradable.  Throw one away, and it will still be in a landfill fifty thousand years from now.<br />
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From "The Green Book"<br />
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Yay for the envioronment! I'm so bored. .<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>.:.Green Tip for the Day.:.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 13:09:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Popcorn<br />
<br />
Share your popcorn when you're at the movies instead of buying multiple cartons or bags.  You'll save money and packaging.  Americans today consume seventeen billion quarts of popcorn each year (fifty-four quarts per person), 30 percent of which are eaten at movie theaters, sporting events, entertainment arenas, amusement parks, and other recreational centers.  <br />
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If half the pople shared their popcorn at these events, we could save the paper packaging for more than 2.5 billion quart sized servings.<br />
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       FROM: THE GREEN BOOK<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>hospitals and unders</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 18:32:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well, i hate hospitals and all they entail. although, they did get me out of a particularly long day of work on the past tuesday.  and luckily, there isn't anything wrong with me at all. however, parents are the worst when it comes to hospitals because if you are in one, then something must be wrong.  of the two incidents i've had in the past three or four years, nothing has ever been seriously wrong but i will suffer the repurcussions for the next year and a half, i'm sure. meanwhile, i'm stuck at home because my dad doesn't think i'm fit to drive. <br />
but i walked to the mall and bought myself some books, so that should lighten the term i've got. i also did some christmas shopping, which was refreshing and terrifying at the same time.<br />
also, i think i may give up on my Library of Unders series for a while. or, move onto bras perhaps. though, those aren't quite as interesting and i run the risk of getting any part of my face in the picture as well.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Just when I thought I'd won.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 23:16:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ughhhhh yucky.<br />
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i went and visited a friend during the weekend and got totally wasted and barfed all night. now i've got a cold and i can't eat/smoke/sleep without feeling repurcussions of that night.<br />
"that's what you get for having fun, tawnie 1!" says tawnie 2 "i told you, have fun, but not too much fun!"<br />
"yeah yeah yeah. shut up stupid." tawnie 1 replies<br />
"hahaha! you call me stupid you call yourself stupid!" (tawnie 2 is very immature)<br />
"piss off, tawnie 2, i feel sick, you feel sick-damn wiseass" tawnie 1's remark hushes tawnie 2 after a great huff of annoyance and exasperation.<br />
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but i don't have to work tomorrow, so i'm going to have a hot bath and another hot bath and then some tea and read and do homework and write my story and watch movies and return dishes to ciao italia because my mum asked me to. <br />
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"oh tawnie 1!" calls tawnie 2 "don't forget you have to walk gary's dog because you aren't getting enough hours to pay off your visa bill!"<br />
"shit! goddamn it. . .just when I thought i'd beat you into the corner."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Simply, to say, a Sigh</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 19:27:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *sigh*<br />
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Movies will be my downfall. They inspire me to try new things. Like take up photography, join a dance class or plainly just try to live a life beyond my reach. How depressing that I'll never be as slim as those girls, never be as athletic as they are and never have a nice attractive laugh. Even my damn sneezes are repulsive and send strangers into small fits of laughter. <br />
<br />
*sigh*<br />
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It's all enough to make one want to be unhappy forever, but I'm not even capable of that!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Camping</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 10:21:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, just got back from a camping trip with ma sisters.  That was fun and funny too which is always necessary in having an extremely good time.<br />
From roasting marshmellows over a propane stove, to putting my pants on backwards to my youngest sister throwing up in the trees-we made memories and within the next month, we will have forgotten about them entirely.  Perhaps, I should make another video diary, just so they remain intact.<br />
For more info-see pictures.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I Hate California</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 14:55:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate California. Or rather, the people who live there. 'Nuff said? Good. . .'cuz I'm too pissed off to explain completely.  Oh-I hate members of my family and people in my two workplaces just as much. Boo on life.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I'm such and Eejit! SHOOT ME!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 22:20:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID! STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID! STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID! STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID!<br />
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Yes. I am stupid.  I did the photography for my uncles wedding and then voila! deleted EVERY SINGLE BLOODY PHOTO!  I have some pictures of her bouquet .that's it.  AND THEY DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE BOUQUET! And the video I did for their wedding was just as bad! Maybe even worse! STUPID FUCK!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>HELP ME PLEASE!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 23:16:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Computer=stupid!  Something went awry with security/cookies or something and I can no longer access my hotmail account! There's a lock symbol up by my refresh/stop buttons called "security report" and gives information about trusting a site but I don't know how to fix it! It's been four days!!!! Help me please!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Boo(bies/t/ze/m)</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 21:23:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Man alive, I wish I was an alcoholic so I could maybe get rid of these feelings for a while. . but I"m NOT ALLOWED TO FUCKING ALCOHOL IN THE BLOODY HOUSE! Nor am I allowed to have friends, eat what I want, work where I'm happy(so far), sleep when I want or stay at home all day(because I don't have friends), or go out with people(because people are BAD) or listen to what I want. FAMILY LIFE SUCKS! I'D RATHER LIVE UNDER A FREAKIN' BRIDGE--this town doesn't even have any bridges! OMFG! Boo to family! Boo to parents! Boo to having a house! Boo to rules! BOOOOOOO TO THIS BLOOMING LIFE.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>No Happy Ending?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 00:11:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well-I got a job offer at a resort.  Doing housekeeping(which is not what I sent my resume in for!).  It pays three dollars and four cents more than I'm getting right now and is fulltime.  However, I don't want to get up at six every day to catch a bus for the ride up and spend the day cleaning toilets and counters.  Sorry! Three dollars more even! I don't mind my place of employment and the people there like me! I'd rather not have to go through another learning process until absolutely necessary.<br />
<br />
And happy endings. . .how can there be a happy ending when you technically don't have "a life"? I mean, seriously. . .happy endings are for when you've had a rough time. .la de da, tragedy, death, trials . .then there's a happy ending. .otherwise it's all pretty neutral. . .just an ending. I don't want to have just an ending!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>I Lie Because I'm Weak</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 15:03:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Isn't it amazing how intently a dog can stare at you?  It's almost scary-kind of like they're reading you.<br />
Anyways, so far quitting cold-turkey has been unsuccesful! If I had made a bet with anybody, I would have said I couldn't do it anyways. Oh well, I'll just have to quit the regular way-which is. . .cutting down until I have none-a-day?? Beats me.<br />
<br />
So I've started my schooling for wedding consultant.  Seems fairly basic so far but it's only term one of six so it'll probably get worse.<br />
I'm planning a surprise birthday party for my pappy(August).  That should be super fun.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>I Quit Because I Hate</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 18:55:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I used to love the way I felt after a cigarette. .all lightheaded and fresh. .but I just had a nice little ciggy and I couldn't walk in a straight line, I was terribly dizzy and I felt as though I was going to be sick.  I have eight cigarettes left and I'm not going to smoke them.  I'm going to throw them out.  I quit.  Cold-turkey. .watch me go!  No more.  I still feel akward. .my arms aren't functioning well. .it's amazing how many spelling mistakes I'm making, how many words I'm re-typing.  No more, I say.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>DEATH TO HARRY POTTER!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 23:14:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sorry for the title. . .I just really hope he bites the dust in the last book.  It's about time the good guy died('cuz that's how real life works).<br />
<br />
So. .if anybody has been reading along. .my sister is still in California with the mysterious boyfriend(whose six years older than she is and has a criminal record).  She says she's having a blast which only means that she doesn't have my dad telling her what to do, my mum asking her what she's doing, my sister to roll her eyes at what she does and me to ask her if she wants to do something. What a bitch.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>OMFG!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 23:51:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So, today started out relatively normal.  Actually, last night started out relatively normal! I got off work to go have supper with my family(GP's included) and then I went to see Knocked-up with my little sis.  I realized as we were buying our tickets that I'd left my wallet at work, so she paid for my ticket.  She's usually sos tingy about things like that.   I promised I'd pay her back.  This morning, I woke up to a phone call from work asking me to come in a two hours earlier.  And sure, why not. .I'm no doing anything anyways.  And then I get off work and call home for a ride and (ugh) my dad picks me up.  he hands me a note saying I should read it.  And-lo and behold!-it's from my little sister! She's run off to live in California!  Without telling ANYBODY except people who don't live here.  We knew she wanted to go-she'd been talking about it for months.  But we thought she wanted to go to school.  But the note clearly stated that she wasn't going to school(too expensive).  So why the hell did she go???? God only knows-'cuz the note didn't say!<br />
<br />
So I(being oh so clever and sneaky) broke into one of her e-mail addresses. There wasn't anything new. .everything was from april. . .but what it did say was that she was moving down for a boy! I don't know if she's moving in with him(her note said she's renting from a nice, christian couple) or if they're just gonna be seeing eachother-but that's so bold! My little sister has always been the goody-two-shoes, Christian-wonder! I'm not telling my parents what I've discovered, I'm going to find her myself and give her a good talking to! My mum is so upset-she's sleeping in my lil sis's bed right now.<br />
<br />
It was kind of selfish of her, but I would have done the same thing-she just beat me to it.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>Untitled Today</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 13:36:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ keynotes:<br />
olympics<br />
race<br />
ice<br />
drink<br />
AJ<br />
losing<br />
comic strip<br />
death<br />
grandparents<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>and i thought life was bad before!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 20:26:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my grandparents on my dad's side are visiting for a week. agh.  i can't stand having my grandparents visit.  they aren't fun gps.  pretty much my lifefrom arrival today until departure on monday is going to go as such:<br />
*hugs*<br />
"how're you"<br />
"you look good"<br />
"how's it feel to be done school?"<br />
"here kitty kitty"<br />
*kitty kitty runs away*<br />
"do you still have that blue-eyed pooch?"<br />
"are you celebrating your grad?"<br />
*reading of religious manuscripts etc*<br />
*shopping at wal-mart/mall*<br />
*family dinner every night*<br />
*no watching movies rated higher than PG*<br />
*no more music unless it be christian/gospel*<br />
*golf*<br />
*no wearing regular clothes*<br />
"god did this. .god did that. .god says"<br />
"we went boating"<br />
"uncle dave's wedding is bad!"<br />
<br />
<br />
and it goes on. well, i'm going to lurk in my room when i'm not at work. . .pretend i'm busy.<br />
<br />
on another note. . .i've got a character for a book. . .inspired by a teapot.  but i can't frickin' figure out how to post literature up here so you won't get to read it!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A Headache or A Neadache or An 'eadache?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 02:33:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have such a headache. I have all day.  Every since P**l D*****a came into work to order $1600 worth of DVDs and smelled like a public toilet.  Ew. Doesn't help that he wouldn't stop staring at me.  He's ancient and yucky and buys too many TV box sets.  <br />
I'm making a CD for a friend.  It's too late to be making a CD for a friend.  It shouldn't matter if I do it now or later in the day at a decent hour. I mean, I can't mail it until Monday, so what's the point? I'd probably forget to do it if I didn't do it now.I haven't had a decent night's sleep in a week.  I'm starving but eating makes me sick.  And I don't want to go to work again tomorrow. Boo to te World! BOO, I SAY! And I blame the British!  Just because.  Sorry, no offence if there's any British blighters out there.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Woe to the world. .for all things bright and beaut</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 22:08:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow. . .with a title like that you know it must have been a good day. *eye roll*<br />
Actually, I wouldn't categorize it as being good or bad. . .rather it was just a day.  I slept from 2am to 12:30pm and worked from 1-7.  then i watched hannibal rising. AND I BROKE MY FREAKING DIET CAUSE THERE'S NO FUCKING FOOD IN THIS BLOODY HOUSE!!!!!! FUCK!!!!<br />
<br />
On the other hand, perhaps it is a bad day after all.  Now, not only am I angry at the main grocery shopper in the house, I'm doubly angry at myself.  Angry for her failures at shopping and angry at mine as far as talent, passion and ambition goes.  I know . .sulk sulk right? I know.  But I've never really sulked a whole lot. . .I just go through my days with the same lack of love for my life that I feel every time I realize my plans won't work.  Perhaps I should just stop making plans. .besides, the bright and beautiful will perish beside me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Hot Damn! I must concur with your Outlandish Opini</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 23:19:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today I was told that I'm boring and not fun to be around.  Whoo!!! AS IF I DIDN'T FRICKING KNOW ALREADY, YOU BLIMEY GIT! And it's not as if we actually "hang out" together-we freakin' work together.  <br />
Of course I knew that I'm not fun to be around and I would have shot back that he's an asshole virgin who lacks manners and can't hold his tongue-but he already admitted to knowing that just moments earlier.  Ass hole, but as my animated side would joyfully proclaim with extravagant body language. ."Hot damn! I must concur with your Outlandish Opinion!"  *hug* *kiss on the cheek* [laugh and go into the bathroom to shoot myself]<br />
<br />
My diet is failing, and failing fast.  I mean, sure, I lost four of the original seven pounds I'd gained and have gon down to 95.5 pounds. .but the point wasn't to just lost wieght. . .it was to freaking eat healthier!  So, I've stopped eating fast food.  I no longer eat chips.  I cut candy(excluding chocolate-because ther are nine halthy things about chocolate) from my diet.  I'm reaching my daily calcium intake target and plan on replacing every pepsi I drink with water.  I no longer eat cereal with sugar.  I don't put sugar on my strawberries anymore. I've downsized my popcorn size when I go to the theatre.  But what's the point of cutting said things from your diet if you don't eat anything but???? Obvious answer-start eating bloody healthy food! Well, when the parents in the house buy only sugar coated cereals and food one must "prepare" and my job has me work through the three/four planned suppers every week, there isn't alot going for me.  <br />
<br />
Am I being irrational? Of course I am, I always am. GROW UP, LOSER!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Theatre of Robots</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 00:36:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Have any of you ever heard the song Theatre of Robots? It's by Love Hate Hero.  And I love it.  So I made it the subject, though it isn't.<br />
<br />
Today's Playlist<br />
<br />
Theatre of Robots.:.Love Hate Hero<br />
Out of Control.:.Hoobastank<br />
What if You.:.Joshua Radin<br />
Setting up Sunday.:.Meg&Dia<br />
Smells Like Teen Spirit.:.Nirvana<br />
Tiger Lily.:.Matchbook Romance<br />
The Lovecats.:.The Cure<br />
The Vicodin Song.:.Terra Naomi<br />
In the Sun.:.Joseph Arthur<br />
Friday Night.:Lily Allen<br />
How Fucking Romantic.:.The Magnetic Fields<br />
Divide by Zero.:.Stalin's War<br />
<br />
If you don't know the song-find it. I live through other peoples music-simply because I lack the talent to make my own.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>ANSWERS ANSWERS ANSWERS ANSWERS .:.there aren't an</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 15:25:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay. .I'm done my schooling. .I have my Event Management Certificate. . . .and I'm still working at Blockbuster.  What?  What exactly am I going to do now??? I didn't get the job I was planning on getting. . and I really thought I would get it.  There aren't really any event planning positions in the area for me to snag up for experience. Except for children's ministries at the church. Kids?? I don't think so.  I think I want to move east.  Far east.  All the way to Ferryland. Sounds like a nice place, doesn't it? It probably isn't, just because I want to go there. But as long as I don't stay at Blockbuster for the rest of my life. .does it matter?  But which day is the rest of my life?  I could die next month and then technically I'd have worked at Blockbuster for the rest of my life! AGH! I need to get out!!!!<br />
<br />
Here. . .if you read my journal(which you don't), I beseech you to read this book.  It's a good one.<br />
nick &norah's infinite playlist by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Guilty of Manslaughter</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 15:09:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My old boss is going to die, simply because I wished it so.  At least that is what my guilty conscious is saying. <br />
"Bob could die any day!" She said angrily.<br />
The others only laughed and continued with their respective jobs, but the wish echoed through the chambers of her heart and grew wings.<br />
<br />
So far he's not dead yet. .but it doesn't look good..  How often do triple by-pass surgeries fail, anyways?  Either way, I apologize to the soon-to-be widow Mary.<br />
<br />
Anyways, that's my day so far.  So far, quitting all detriments has failed.<br />
Still smoking, still drinking, still doing so-and-so and what-not.<br />
Still a sugar junkie.<br />
Damn, I'm one huge failure today!<br />
Hahaha. Possibly the lamest journal entry ever!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Beginning of the End</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 13:36:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well. .finished my exams today.  No more.  No more school. No more text books. No more professors. . . .so what is there now? <br />
<br />
I don't think I'm going to use what I went to school for and I know I'm not going to go back to school.  Hmm. . .get married and become baby-making machine? Yeah right. Not happening.  <br />
<br />
So. . .yeah. .I don't know. .but I guess I've got the rest of my life to figure it out.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Almost an Epiphany-Depressing at the Max</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 23:31:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Man. .I spent the evening through til this morning with my good friend Kyla.  Eventually we were joined by her friend Milton, her boyfriend Mat and her brother Dustin.  <br />
<br />
Dustin is currently. . .we'll say interested.  And of course, he's a cool guy to hang out with. . .with nobody else.  The entire night was kind of akward because, not only does the guy not smoke marijuana, he is adamently against his sister's lifestyle. And the night was spent smoking marijuana and living in "The Manner of Kyla".  <br />
<br />
I realized that I could be with a guy like Dustin and never ever do anything. . .from ever smoke pot or ciggies again to blow all my time watching movies, reading  and writing or browsing the internet--the guy only just got a freakin' computer. He doesn't have a DVD player.  <br />
<br />
It doesn't sound compatible with me. lol.<br />
<br />
And then I'm looking at Milton and we're sharing looks and eye rolls whenever Dustin says something stupid or does something immature(because he's way too immature for his age).  And I think. . I could be with a guy like Milton.  Smoke pot, drink, keep my ciggies and have lots of fun.  Still watch movies and read and write because he's got shit to do and other friends to do stuff with.<br />
<br />
And then it dawned on me that I could be with either type of person. . .and the reason is because I don't have an identity yet.  I don't know if I want to spend my life at one end of the deviance or the other or somewhere in between. And I don't even know what to do. I know what I want and I know what is right. . .and I've been stuck trying each lifestyle and making choices, doing stupid things since I was thirteen. Freaking. .as if it takes seven years to make one goddamn choice! Pardon my blasphemy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Why is it Still a Good Day???</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 16:51:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Amazing! Brilliant! <br />
<br />
I had two exams today. One open book computer exam, 85 multiple choice questions (easy peasy) and one organizational behavior, 2 chapter exam (not quite so easy peasy). And I still left in a good mood. <br />
<br />
I found out one of my love interests already has a blooiming kid.<br />
Found out another love interest(purely physical) is leaving for Korea in a week and is having aparty I can't go to!<br />
<br />
Still in a good mood.<br />
<br />
Walker down to Baker Street (main street kinda) to look for a new jacket.  Couldn't find any.  Went looking for my magazines.  Nothing.<br />
Was accosted by 40 year old East Indian man.  Had to hide out in Skateboarding store (not exactly my type).  Ended up buying expensive shoes.<br />
<br />
I found out one of the other love interests DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT (which completely ruins my plans for tonight).<br />
<br />
Got in trouble with my parents when they discovered incident with man on Baker Street.<br />
<br />
Took a second look at expensive shoes-not tha nice.<br />
<br />
But, still in a good mood!<br />
<br />
I wonder why?<br />
<br />
After reading this and thinking it over I realize that I'm still in a good mood because I'm still listening to music. Rock on, Nirvana!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Annoying Phones</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 22:43:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hate talking on the phone.  I am doing that presently. And I hate it.  We aren't talking about anything at all. He's watching Swordfish. I'm typing here.  We're trying to find something to do at 11:30 at night. There isn't anything to do except go to Tim Horton's for a coffee. I'm not a coffee drinker. I hate phones. Besides, cell phones give you cancer. I hate typing with one hand. It's so slow. I always think I'm going to break my phone if I hold it between my shoulder and my ear.  It's such a piece of crap.  But I'm doing it.  So far, phone is unbroken. <br />
<br />
I have two exams tomorrow.  One is open book.  The other is only on two chapters.  I haven't studied at all. I probably should.  But I should also be in bed. Too bad.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Film Fetish</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2007 00:10:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a film fetish. Granted, it isn't as great as my fetish for literature, but it's easier to write about. <br />
<br />
How many movies do I (personally) own?  I have no idea. .three and a half bookshelves worth.<br />
<br />
What kind of movies?  Anything but cop movies. I've got everything from Anime (The Cat Returns, Sailor Moon, Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle etc), Action (Blood Diamond, The Devil's Own, Boondock Saints, Domino etc), Animated (Aladdin, Secret of Nimh, Cinderella, Lady and the Tramp, etc), Computer Animation (Flushed Away, Over the Hedge, Open Season, etc) Drama (Catch Me if You Can, Meet Joe Black, Titanic, Trainspotting, The Astronaut's Wife etc), Comedy (Accepted, Without a Paddle etc) and Family (Milo and Otis, Annie etc). I even like some Westerns and War Movies, though I don't currently own any.<br />
<br />
I don't have any favourites.  I have movies that I love to watch.<br />
<br />
Some of my movies are based off books.  I usually like the books better, but in some cases the movies are completely different from the book.  Like Howl's Moving Castle. .completely different.  Catch Me if You Can, slightly different, and then the ones were they just leave too much out, like Eragon (I don't have the movie) and the LOTR movies (none of which I own either).<br />
<br />
I wanted to go to film school.  But we all know that Canadian made movies are no good. . .and we all know that there is no way in hell I could afford to go to a school in the USA. Flushed that dream down the toilet myself. Probably wouldn't be any good at it anyways.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>New Addition to the Family (NAF)</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 23:40:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today started as a good day.  I didn't have to get up early.  I didn't have class until two.  I was happy in bed.  And then I was informed by my sister that I had to spend the day in the living room, because it smelled like something was burning.  Okay. .not a problem.  Mario Cart and movies.  No problem whatsoever.  But whatever was burning(it isn't anymore) gave me such a head ache.  And of course, then I had class. Yay for class. .tests and projects and presentations.  Man, I hate school.  And then home time.  Bring in fire wood.  Play more Mario Cart.  Write more of my story.  Arrives home my mum and sister from Spanish class. <br />
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One should never inform me of an animal or creature in need if they don't want me to get involved.  My sister apparantly doesn't know this.  So, now I have a dalmation in my backyard.  A dalmation with obesity, something that looks like cancerous tumours and no collar.  Very sad.  A dalmation that is not welcome by anybody by me and my cat(who is oh-so curious).  A dog I have secretly named Amunet after the Egyptian guardian goddess of the pharoahs.  <br />
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I called the radio station because nowhere else is open.  He was nice.  Played the ad for the found dog right away and then played me a song.  Lips of an Angel by Hinder.  Granted, it's not my favourite, but it's always nice to have someone play a song for you.  It doesn't happen often so I'll treasure the song until I forget what Tim at the radio station did for me.  If I have my way and keep the dog, I'll never forget.<br />
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If no one calls tomorrow I'm to call the pound.  I don't want to really.  Maybe I won't.  I've been stubborn about pets before.  Besides, I've been telling my parents we need another dog so ours won't keep running away (cause being loneliness). And voila. .shows up the answer.  Fate is pulling through. hahaha. Doubtful.  My beautiful Amunet will be gone by Monday.<br />
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I watched the movie Three tongiht.  I would definitly recommend it to everyone.  What a good movie.  It is released on Tuesday, so if you read this(which I know nobody is) rent the movie, tell your friends.  It's a good one.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>Dorks and Disasters</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 02:16:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ When I woke up this morning, my hair resembled the hairstyle of Thing 1. .or Thing 2 for that matter. . .of Dr. Seuss. You know it's going to be a good day when. . .<br />
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Today at work, I was made the Safety and Health Representative.  (I work at Blockbuster).  Basically, I get to do monthly inspections for no extra amount of money.  Booo. Oh well.  <br />
Also, a couple came in tonight and rented Little Miss Sunshine.  They were staying at the Best Western across the street (CONSTRUCTION RATES!!).  They just got married on Saturday in Calgay and they're on their honeymoon.  They're heading for the Okanogan(because they have nice weather????).  It was fascinating to talk to them.  A couple of Godly people who had a wedding of 200 guests and decided to stay in the country for their honeymoon.  Strange.  <br />
And then Boyfriend Candidate Number 1 came in and rented Blood Diamond.  A very good movie, by the way.  He doesn't like popcorn.  Because it gets stuck in the teeth. Interesting.  He probably lingered about for three whole minutes while I helped the next customer(Bobbie, female, mother of 2, who rented Turistas and The Good Shepherd).  He's a bit of a dork too. . .but he makes good money, and works out of town so I wouldn't have to see him everyday(which is key to my having a successful relationship with anybody). Hence why I hate my family. . but doesn't explain why I still live at home.<br />
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Oh! How did you know that I don't have a life???? Is it THAT obvious???<br />
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I watched Titanic tonight. . .had a hankering, give me a break.  I did some research/calculations and I discovered that 68.27% of the people on that ship died.  (1502/2200).  And being naturally drawn towards disasters and tragedies I did more research.  Before the Titanic, in 1865, the Sultana blew up and 70% of the people on board died(1547/2200).  There shouldn't have been more than 400 people on that ship! Andon April 1, 1873, the SS Atlantic sank off the coast of Halifax. 60% of the people aboard died. (562/933).  Read THE GRAVESAVERS by Sheree Fitch!<br />
The Hindenburg killed 35/97 passengers (a mere 36%) while MT Vesuvius buried three cities isn 79 AD.  The Black Death, by the 1340's had already killed about 75 million people. .between 1/3 and 2/3 of Europe's population.<br />
In 1755, the Lisbon earthquake, tsunami and fire not only destroyed the city, but killed an estimated 90 000 of the 230 000 residents.(39%).  The list goes on! <br />
For a list of natural disasters go here: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_disasters">[link]</a><br />
For ship disasters go here:<br />
<a href="http://www.wreckhunter.net/famouswrecks.htm">[link]</a><br />
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I'm done being depressing.  I wish I'd stuck with my dream of being a historian/archaeologist.  *sigh*<br />
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I also watched some of my Sailor Moon episodes.  Mini Moon(stupid brat) has just shown up again. . .I'm just waiting for Sailor Pluto to show her face.  Quite frankly, I am SICK of Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus(Michelle and Amara). How much would that suck? To be Sailor Uranus?  Psh. .I'd rather be dead.  And why isn't there a Sailor Sun? *shotty* That's me! hahaha. .if anyone wants to draw me a Sailor Sun, that would be cool.  'Cause I'm a total dork.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Suffocating, Drowning on the Edges of Normality</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 13:23:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today sucked.<br />
Tests were okay. It's the people.  I've never been accepted anywhere, even in elementry school and now people who aren't even from here can get up in my face and let me know that I'm not accepted here.  Well, even though I already knew people didn't like me. . .I didn't need to be told again.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>Hate This Place (Suffocating and Shaking)</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 13:23:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't know if I can't stand the physical place I'm in. . .this hell-hole town and all the people I have to see everyday. . .or the place I'm in in my life right now.  Will I be happier when I'm down college? Or will I only be satisfied when I'm done college and have moved away to where no one knows me and I can completely start over? <br />
How can you fix something when you can't find where it's broken?<br />
I hate people who talk about people behind their backs. .when they're standing right in front of them. Burn in hell Brian and Lindsay. .you fuckin' suck. .and Michelle's a cunt. <br />
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Anyways. . .if you didn't guess, I had a bad day. . and I've only been away for 2 1/2 hours of it!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>Piss-Off Monday/Eye-liner Tears</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 15:37:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want a life that is free of lonely dogs, sisters who don't listen, teachers who don't care and laughing birds.  I don't want cats who never stop eating and don't gain a pound.  I don't want to talk to people who know things. I hate head-aches that are here to stay and parents who won't leave me alone.  <br />
God. .if only this life was over already.  I don't care where I end up. .as long as it is different from here.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>Hopeless Friday</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 14:17:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i woke today and was struck with inspiration for words, not images. But, I couldn't write the words down. . .they didn't make sense once they left my mind.  Why is life like that? Why are emotions like that?  You can feel so much but it cannot be explained.  Today, I feel like tearing my life apart.  But I have to go to work.  I've been assimilated into the routine and originality of life. I can plan breaking free of this routine. . .but isn't that part of the routine too? If I had the courage to be anything I wanted, I would be a drifter, a gypsy, a face you see that disappears with the next breeze.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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                <title>Portraits of Self and Others</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 00:05:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It took alot out of me to put myself on here.  lol I have yet to find a girl here who has a random splashing of frekles across her face or smudged makeup.  I don't feel like the prettiest girl around, that's for sure.  Damn freckles.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~scootermoose</author>
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